Friday, April 21, 2006

the story of a young boy

He had spent his entire life in that gully playing street-cricket and dancing in the rain during Ganesh Visarjan; it was the only home he had ever known. As he looked at his mother's kholi one last time, a tear trickled down his round cheek. The bulldozers had arrived.

2 comments:

abynav said...

a potent moment captured effortlessly..

Faustus said...

U r gr8.
Hats off to you.
no ones written so much in so few lines.
Sheer genius wat else do i call it?

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